Murder the spectre of humankind!
May the light flash
From the abject open scar
That appears before my eyes

I've become the Unbearable
The man in God's image.
When man hates man,
When bloodshed
Isn't enough to contain hate.
When decadence is all
And your thousands of lives
Resonnate in me
Like a death hymn
When the spectacle of your acts
Soils the ruins of your moral
When your beliefs are only
The foundations of your requiem,
And when the instigators of holy vice
Come to exult and penetrate
Souls with a liberating,
And cynical sigh

"I murder the spectre of humankind
So that the light flash at last
From the abject depravity
That became our world "

2. The Sons of Seth (4:30)

To be one of those
Who sway between depression and despair
For a life amongst their icons.
To be one who is chosen
A spectator in the theatre of their
Pathetic and pointless existence.
It kills me a little more
With every passing second
I sink into unfathomable tedium

I've been waiting for you for ages
You, who realise my splendour
And who know that eternity is insufficient
To celebrate our carnal union.

To be one of those
Who drift between suicide and anxiety
Unjustly suffering their rejection,
Only to be chosen
To ignite the theatre of their
Pathetic and pointless existence,
It heals me a little more
With every passing second
They sink into unfathomable Hell.

For an age I have tortured
Those who do not recognise the Excellence
And billions of humans
Won't be enough to contain my insanity